by Quinn, Cari
The phrasing struck her as odd, but she nodded. “Twenty-nine. Both of you?”
Kellan merely smiled, again showing off a mouthful of blinding white teeth much like Lucas’s. There was something almost feral about them, as if they were blades poised to strike. But rather than concern her, the thought only turned her on more.
“We’re above the age of consent, yes.”
“Then let’s go.” She hit the button to unlock her doors. They opened with a deafening click. “You,” she murmured to Kellan, “can sit up front with me.”
***
The two men had taken no more than three steps when Luke piped up. “You sure about this, Kell?”
Kellan snapped a hot gaze toward the man beside him. If Lucas were human, he’d be rendered speechless from the force of that look. Unfortunately, his power had no effect on his similarly endowed friend. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Lucas wasn’t without his own enhancements, but it was hard to realize the full scope of your gifts when you questioned yourself like a namby-pamby mortal around every turn.
“Strap on a pair, would you?” Kellan lowered his voice, knowing Lucas would hear him at a decibel Sydney could not. “We talked about this.”
“I know.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“You know what the problem is.”
Kellan shook his head and tipped his head back to view the churning sky. The rain had stopped for the time being, possibly a good omen. He could use one.
He didn’t know if Sydney was just a momentary distraction, but he figured a night with her would answer that question. And Lucas needed to get laid by someone. Anyone who wasn’t a certain petite librarian named Emily, a nondescript woman with glasses and a complete disinterest in sex. Especially vampire-bonded sex, since she subscribed to the notion vampires were nothing more than a subject of lore. She knew plenty about that lore, too, and shared her knowledge with the masses during her endlessly boring monthly library chats. The subjects ranged in topic but she seemed to return to vampire and paranormal mythology with frightening regularity.
She was a smart woman, he had to give her that. But she was also incredibly naïve and annoying as hell.
Which brought him full circle to Lucas. Yeah, Kellan was a humanitarian. Vampiritarian? Whatever. Though thinking of his fellow man was only his first priority when he didn’t have a second, Lucas was the exception. His buddy was ailing, and Kellan hated to see that, even if his friend was blinder than three bats. He’d found his damn bonded mate. Most vampires searched for decades—if not centuries—for theirs, and here Lucas was, willing to walk away because Emily had rebuffed his pathetic attempts at seduction?
Fuckin’ A.
“We made a deal. You said you’d give another woman a chance. A gorgeous babe with tits the size of miniature watermelons wants to fuck us. Both of us. And now you’re fretting and blushing?”
As Lucas pushed a hand through his long hair, leftover rain streamed over the shoulders of his black trench coat. He always dressed in dark colors. Standard B-movie vamp attire. “I’m not blushing. And what’s up with calling her breasts tits? Hypocrite.”
“It’s completely classless, but I’m trying to speak in your adolescent vernacular.”
“Most guys call them tits.”
“Most guys also wouldn’t turn down a hot, juicy pussy.”
Lucas frowned, his eyes blazing. “I’m not turning it down. I’m just—”
“Thinking about Emily again,” Kellan finished. Because Lucas’s mind was almost painfully straightforward, his pal would never guess that Kellan’s attempts to push him toward another woman weren’t what they seemed.
Much as he hated to admit it, Lucas had found his true mate before Kellan had encountered his own. Damned fool just couldn’t accept the truth.
Honestly, he had no interest in sharing a woman with Lucas for more than an hour or two. Especially not this woman, whom he’d had his eyes on for weeks. It was the ultimate sacrifice to offer him Sydney. But he owed Lucas. Besides being the best friend he’d ever had, Lucas had forgiven him the biggest of sins and also allowed Kellan to live in a manner far beyond what his own modest efforts as an artist could provide. Sharing a woman with him, to hopefully prompt him to finally make his move toward Emily, was the least Kellan could do.
“What is taking you guys so long?” Sydney called from inside the car, and Kellan gave Luke a pointed look.
“On our way,” Kellan replied, gesturing to his friend.
“I don’t know why I can’t let her go,” Luke muttered. Still, he did not move.
I do. Kellan resumed his stroll around the back of the car. Sydney had waited long enough. “Trust me, banging Sydney will wipe all thoughts of that virginal librarian from your mind.”
“I just don’t know.”
Luke might not have realized it, but his refusals were all the proof Kellan needed that Emily was indeed his lifelong friend’s true mate. Normally, vampires were hornier than rutting dogs. Morality wasn’t part of the equation when the fever was upon them, except after they’d found their physiological mate. Then they became almost indifferent when the subject of another female was mentioned.
Almost being the operative word. Male vampires were still men, after all. Occasionally a pretty female managed to get a bonded vamp’s attention, but she couldn’t hold it. That was the vital difference.
A vampire discovered his fated lover as he discovered many things—through scent. The vagaries of desire could always be discounted, but the potency of blood pheromones could not. Emily had already been put through the scratch-and-sniff test, thanks to her own butterfingered attempt to open a sealed envelope. Instead, she’d slashed her own wrist, and Lucas, one of many in the crowd at her lecture, had to be restrained by Kellan to keep from leaping on her at the podium. Thank God Kellan had chosen to go with him that night—TV offered nothing but reruns—or else their whole existence would’ve been in danger.
Luke couldn’t be blamed for his reaction, either. Most blood was alluring to vampires. But the blood of a mate was the sweetest nectar, almost physically impossible to resist. Or so Kellan had learned at Emily’s lecture. How else would he have heard about the disturbing new trend of youngsters wanting to go vamp? Probably due to all the hype over that series of sparkly vampire movies. Blasted authors thinking they had a right to fictionalize and embellish real life.
Glittering skin. How ridiculous.
Whatever the cause, some vamp groupies had discovered they could alter their blood with drugs to fool new vampires into bringing them into their society for real. Now even mating wasn’t as simple as it once had been. Because these newfangled drugs temporarily altered the blood chemistry of both human and vamp, how could a vampire trust any female he came upon wasn’t amped up on some blood juice meant to trick him?
But that wasn’t the case with Emily. She didn’t even believe in the existence of vampires, though she enjoyed propogating their lore as if they were some fairy tale. There was virtually no chance she’d imbibed a street drug to tempt a man she didn’t find worth her time. She and Lucas were likely the real thing.
Kellan’s mouth curled as he stared hard at Sydney’s car. And no, he wasn’t the least bit bitter.
“I’m just not certain I should—”
“Enough. You in or out?” Kellan lifted his hand to the door. Already his cock was so hard that walking was difficult. He’d endured more than enough talking for one night. “You’ve got ten seconds and then the offer’s off the table. Go find some smoky pub to drown your sorrows in while Sydney and I are enjoying each other.”
“Fine.” Luke nodded, though he made no effort to lose his dour expression. “I’ll fuck her.”
“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled.” Kellan yanked open the passenger door. His irritation at Lucas caused him to forget to check his strength, and he damn near pulled the thing off the hinges.
Sydney blinked up at him, her dark eyes gleaming in the shadowy recesses of the car. “You
guys took awhile.” Her pouty mouth drew down in a frown. “Something wrong?”
Thank God they’d been speaking below her range of hearing. “Of course not.” Kellan directed a narrow-eyed look at the back seat as he and Lucas entered the car. The doors thunked shut behind them. “My friend was just having some trouble with his zipper.”
Her eyes widened. “And you had to help him with it?”
The mere possibility of what she was suggesting made Kellan’s jaw tighten until his teeth ground together. “Absolutely not. He’s on his own.”
“Oh, well then—”
He didn’t give her time to finish the statement. Kellan slid across the seat, barely aware of the console’s hard nudge into his thigh. His only concern at the moment was seeing if Sydney’s mouth was as luscious as it looked.
He gripped her chin in one hand, his gaze locking on hers as his mouth closed the distance between them. Sydney’s lips parted at the first sweep of his tongue. She tasted innocent and sugary, like butterscotch candy, but the way her hands traveled down his torso spoke of experience. No virgin here.
He hated virgins. The last thing he had time for was wooing and sweet words. Maybe he didn’t debase women by referring to their tits in normal conversation, but he was all about ixnaying the talk in favor of screwing. From the insistent pressure of her mouth on his, Sydney seemed to agree.
He helped her tug his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans and groaned when her hands met his bare flesh. God, it had been weeks since he’d been with a woman, which equaled approximately ten-point-six in human years. Maybe more. Her touch was as heavenly as the cooling aloe he’d slathered all over himself after that nasty incident on the beach in Charleston. But even as he reveled in the feeling, he needed more.
Once again, she seemed to read his mind and rolled up her own T-shirt, revealing full breasts that nearly overflowed their puny constraints. Two flicks of his fingertips on the clasp between them and they swung free, their light brown tips pebbled and ready to be sucked.
Her moan shattered the stillness as he took one erect peak between his lips. He’d forgotten all about his friend the moment he’d kissed Sydney, but now he caught sight of Lucas’s white-blond hair out of the corner of his eye. His companion had moved forward to bury his hands in her thick locks. While Kellan watched, never ceasing his ministrations on her breast, Luke bent forward to sample Sydney’s swollen mouth.
A strange sense of possession filled Kellan. She was his. Why had he thought this was such a good idea?
He drew more strongly on Sydney’s nipple, savoring the pulse of blood beneath his lips and tongue. It would be so easy to bite, though he fought to keep his fangs from extending. The urge was pure instinct and resisting took most of his reserves, especially when his frenzied suckling only made her more crazed. Her blood would taste as sweet as her mouth. Sweeter. And he could sip from her, swallow her until their essences mingled in his bloodstream, then wipe her mind before she summoned the strength to scream.
But what he could do, and what he should, were two different things. This would just be sex. Only sex.
He pulled back, but she seemed too involved in kissing Luke to care. She moaned again as Lucas started massaging her breasts, her hips lifting so the waistband of her khaki shorts drooped enough for Kellan to see the bright blue stone in her navel.
So damn hot.
He’d known she would be wild in bed from the way she pushed her cleavage into his face while she counted out his change at the coffee shop. Now that he had her here, he intended to take full advantage.
Watching Sydney and Lucas together proved to be more than he could stand. He undid her thin black belt, yanking the smooth leather free of its loops with a snap that had the buckle clinking against her breast. She yelped and tore her mouth from Luke’s, her gaze zeroing in on Kellan while he unzipped her shorts. He pushed his hand inside the gaping vee, shoving aside her soaked panties and delving into her steamy heat. Her groans rent the air as her plump pussy lips sucked his fingers deep.
Lucas resumed kissing her and fondling her gorgeous breasts, reddened from Kellan’s mouth, but Kellan’s only focus was rubbing her throbbing clit while his other fingers stroked in and out in a merciless rhythm.
“Yes, yes. Please,” Sydney rasped, unabashedly grinding against his palm. “Oh, God, I’m going to—”
“Not until I’m inside you.”
He gave her mound a teasing slap, his cock thickening as he watched the jolt reverberate through her body. She was so at ease with her sexuality, so sure of herself even when confronted with two virtual strangers. Maybe picking up two aroused vampires on the side of the road wasn’t the wisest move a woman could make, but he’d ensure she never had cause to regret this night.
“Then put it in.” She eyed the massive bulge in his pants with open appreciation. “Now.”
His dick twitched against his jeans. He needed to spill his seed inside her. “Not a lot of room.” Not for what he had in mind, anyway.
She slipped away from Luke and leaned over Kellan’s lap to work the lever on the opposite side of his seat. “Lay back.”
As he reclined, she laid claim to his cock, her fingers squeezing and releasing, inflaming him more with her hand than any other woman ever had with her pussy.
She let out a breathy squeal as she playfully measured his length. “I guessed you were built, but this is beyond my wildest expectations.”
Kellan knotted a hand in her hair, dragging her down until the ends teased his bunched thighs. “Blow me, and I’ll exceed them even more.”
“Mmm. Showoff.” She gloved his cock in her warm, wet mouth, lapping up the beads of pre-cum that dampened the tip. His balls tightened as her ruby red lips engulfed half his shaft.
“You get all the fun,” Lucas said from the back seat, his snappish tone proof he wasn’t happy to be reduced to rubbing Syd’s ass through her tight shorts.
Sydney gave Kellan’s dick a kiss with plenty of suction and then turned her head to grin at Luke. He’d stationed himself between the seats like a voyeur. “Drop your pants, sweetheart, and I’ll give you the same treatment.”
Not so shy and retiring now, Kellan noted darkly as his friend rushed to comply. “Later,” he said, pinching Sydney’s nipples to bring her attention back front and center where it belonged. “Right now, we’re going for that ride.”
Her eyes blazed as she popped back down in her seat to thrust her shorts and panties down her legs. While she fought to yank them off, she sent Kellan a flirty look under her lashes. “Why don’t you see if you can stroke that gorgeous cock up another inch, like you promised me?”
“Just like a woman. Never satisfied.” But he couldn’t claim fisting his length was a hardship, any more than it was to watch her breasts bounce as she clambered over the console. “Better?” he asked, nudging his erection into her belly while he captured her mouth in a punishing kiss.
“It’ll do.” She drew slow circles over the head of his erection. “Condoms? If you guys don’t have any, I have some in my purse.”
“We don’t use condoms,” Lucas said, his voice smug. “No need.”
“Oh, no?” She laughed. “You have special sperm or something?”
Kellan shot his pal a warning glance. Shut the fuck up.
“We’re clean,” he said instead, tracing his fingertips over her dewy pink cheek. As lovely as her skin was now, if she were turned, she’d be simply luminescent.
Kellan swallowed. Why the hell was he thinking that? He wouldn’t turn her. That had never been part of the plan. This was about fucking only, mostly for Luke’s benefit, though his plan had begun to disintegrate the moment Sydney had pulled up beside them. She was too perfect to use as a demonstration model for his best friend.
“Do you have medical reports to prove that?” she questioned.
“I promise you have nothing to fear. Let me inside you,” he said into the silence, dipping his fingers between her thighs once again. Amazingly, s
he was even wetter than before. “No barriers. Skin to skin.”
He expected the doubts shining in her eyes to override his command. But then she straddled him, falling forward on his chest so her head didn’t bump the ceiling. Her pussy brushed his cock, once, twice, taunting him, before she finally arched and sheathed him in her slick heat.
“God.” She rubbed her breasts against him, her rock-hard nipples practically scoring his skin. He tore his T-shirt in his hurry to get it fully out of the way. Oh, yes. Yes. Nothing had ever felt so deliciously right.
“Want more?” He dug his fingers into her ass, rotating his hips so the crinkly hair at the base of his shaft ground against her clit.
She panted, nodding. “Yes. More.” She gripped his shoulders and lanced her tongue into his mouth, her body consuming his with every clench of her cunt. So tight and hot, so juicy and perfectly made for his cock, she took him and begged for more.
He reared up to drive himself deeper into her scalding heat, his balls slapping her in time with his thrusts. Here was the woman he’d dreamed of, in living Technicolor. Naked, her nipples branded with red circles from his lips, her body welcoming him with every stroke.
Luke leaned forward over Kellan’s seat to lap at Sydney’s breasts as if she were a dripping ice cream cone. The stiff cock he’d freed from his trousers bobbed a little too close to Kellan’s cheek for comfort, but Luke resumed stroking it, thereby keeping his staff out of Kellan’s line of sight. Damn good thing, because his buddy was on his own.
Kellan leaned up on his elbow, his mouth unerringly locating her pulse underneath her collarbone. He licked her skin, exploring the hollow between her delicate bones as he changed the angle of his cock to stimulate her G-spot.
Her nails burrowed into his shoulders. “God, you feel incredible.” Her moisture flooded his cock, eliciting his own raw groan. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
He pumped deeper, his fingers seeking her distended clit. He pistoned his hips, pushing her for more. “Not done yet,” he murmured into her ear.
“I can’t, I can’t—”